User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20150410175241/@comment-3135907-20160126103720

Scurvin dug a paw into his vest pocket and came up with a pair of rough whittled-bone dice.

The point of the game was simple: players bet on either an odd or even outcome, with six and nine as wilds. If a player bet odds and rolled a one, three, five, seven, or eleven, they would win twice their contribution; if a nine was rolled, they would take the entire pot.

That in mind, Scurvin tossed a piece of a gold doubloon into the small pile. The stoat's face adopted a gambler's smile as his seasoned paw rattled the dice experimentally. "Match, or raise it over, mates?" he said, eyes shifting from Asrin to the shiprat's two companions and back again.